I couldn’t resist – two fingers slipped through Dorothy’s moist love lips into her vagina. ‘Mmmm, you luscious creature.’ ‘Mmmmmmm. Uhhnnn.... I’m getting so… tingly, Honey.’ Holding the hem of her skirt high, she rose up from the floor with thighs open and thrust her pussy repeatedly into my hand. I stayed on my knees, coaxed one thigh to rest on my shoulder, and pulled her closer until my lips found her clitoris. In a few moments she moaned, flexed her vulva into me wantonly, and held my mouth. Chrissy placed one foot in and then the other, then slowlydrew the satin panties up his stockinged legs. When he came to his fullyerect peenie he pulled the waistband out and lifted it over theprotrusion before letting it snap in place. The feeling of the satin onhis rod was delicious, and again he resisted the temptation to reachdown, an act Auntie would punish severely. Instead he tucked theengorged purple head into the lacy waistband of the panties to hold itin place.Finally, Auntie had laid. I even made three of the damn stupid book reports for the two guitar books and the Iliad, which were the only books I'd finished since the recent beginning of the second quarter.The spell before bed went fine, and Mary quietly observed me working it. She helped with the cleanup, which I much appreciated as I staggered around in exhaustion.The big event of the weekend as far as I was concerned, though, wasn't the spell. It was a resolution I made with myself: I wasn't going to let Kirsten go. Backdoor Road Number 19.Athena was halfway in her 20's; she was a decently sized brunette woman,but not a particularly flashy dresser. Some more form-fitting clothesmight have done wonders for her looks, but she never seemed concernedabout her appearance wearing just a white t-shirt and some shorts. Shelived with two of her colleagues & best friends, Karen and Jenny, onNumber 25.Number 19 was a dark gray two story house that hadn't been lived in for afew years now. Strangely enough, it had been.